frith_in_thorns | Sunday snippet

I have done zero editing on the time loop fic this week. On the other hand, I've written a lot of the post-canon one. So here's some.

The small room with the sofa now had a couple of blankets folded on it. Apparently it was his for now. Zhao Yunlan sprawled on it and took a swig straight from the bottle. It was pretty tasteless, aside from the burn of the alcohol, but that was after all the main thing he was after.

It felt like he'd been sleepwalking all day. Holding himself to a familiar pattern — investigating what was going on because that was what he knew how to do. That was the surest way he could distract himself from the black tide of his thoughts which were beginning to sweep in around him now that he'd stopped moving.

He missed Shen Wei so fucking much. It had taken his breath away, that stab to his heart when he'd been forced to watch Ye Zun devour him, he'd thought that was the worst pain he could ever feel, but this dull ache now underlying every second, every breath was somehow every bit as unendurable.